i'm not yours to use
not yours to abuse
not your doll to play with
so stop raising my arms over my head
and spreading my legs apart
don't touch me
leave me alone
please
please
i'm begging you
to go
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
